Bad Dog (Too Bad It's Fake Book 7) by Jamie Knight

Author:Jamie Knight [Knight, Jamie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-05-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Sam

I woke to the smell of bacon wafting through the air. Pulling my boxers back on, I went to investigate. Sure enough, at the stove stood Ronda in a short little robe that just barely covered that amazing, plump ass of hers. She was frying up a rasher of bacon, with a second pan full of sizzling eggs on the other front burner.

I came up behind her, gently wrapping my arms around her and kissing her on the cheek. It was a new feeling, to be sure. And it wasn’t only how I felt about the fact that she was making me breakfast, which was great, but it was also the warm and fuzzy feeling in my chest when I saw her. Which really only got more intense when I held her. It wasn’t a thought I’d had before but it was feeling I could get used to.

This didn’t feel like my usual one-and-done, where I was perfectly content to see them go after our night of fun. I wanted to hold onto Ronda. I wanted to spend more time with her and wake up with her like this again. And again…

I was more determined than ever to keep her for good, now that I’d literally claimed her.

We ate in companionable silence, neither of us seeming to want to ruin the perfect moment. When we finished, Ronda got up to do the dishes and I followed, her washing and me drying and placing them on the rack, and it felt comfortable. Domestic. She had just handed me the last fork when my phone started to buzz in my pocket.

I had never gotten dressed so fast. Minding the speed limit so I wouldn’t get pulled over, I made my way home, only realizing later that Ronda had been lying about living close. Not that that was the first priority on my mind.

The call had been from a neighbor saying there was something going on at my house, having to do with a lot of barking and sounds that sounded like all my stuff was being ruined. My first thought had been burglars. Until I remembered the large breed puppy I had left alone to roam overnight.

When I opened the door, dread in my chest, Benny greeted me excitedly. I scratched his head as I looked around, knowing that even though he’d behaved badly, it really wasn’t his fault.

The damage was bad, but not what it could have been. The living room furniture was pretty much a write off, several large chunks having been taken out of all it. The rugs were also dug up, including an original Persian specimen I had spent a pretty penny on.

The stereo remained untouched, however, so too the collection of vinyls lined up on the shelves on the stand below it. Thank goodness for small miracles.

“Not a good idea to leave a pup alone,” the neighbor said, coming in behind me uninvited.

“No shit, Sherlock,” I said, resisting the urge to punch him in his smug face.

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